Barbara > Barbara's Quotes

“Some of Bay's fondest memories were of lying under the apple tree in the summer while Claire gardened and the apple tree tossed apples at her like a dog trying to coax its owner into playing catch.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, First Frost

“First frost meant letting go, so it was always reason to celebrate.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, First Frost

“Something was about to happen.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, First Frost

“The neighborhood homeowners always knew when she ran by, because they suddenly felt the desire to organize their sock drawers and finally replace those burned out light-bulbs they'd been meaning to.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, First Frost

“They give their hearts too easily.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, First Frost

“The apple tree in the background, just barely visible, was stretching a single limb out to her, as if wanting to be in the photo with her.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, First Frost

“Don’t fall in love with a woman who reads, a woman who feels too much, a woman who writes...
Don’t fall in love with an educated, magical, delusional, crazy woman. Don’t fall in love with a woman who thinks, who knows what she knows and also knows how to fly; a woman sure of herself.
Don’t fall in love with a woman who laughs or cries making love, knows how to turn her spirit into flesh; let alone one that loves poetry (these are the most dangerous), or spends half an hour contemplating a painting and isn't able to live without music.
Don’t fall in love with a woman who is interested in politics and is rebellious and feel a huge horror from injustice. One who does not like to watch television at all. Or a woman who is beautiful no matter the features of her face or her body.
Don’t fall in love with a woman who is intense, entertaining, lucid and irreverent. Don’t wish to fall in love with a woman like that. Because when you fall in love with a woman like that, whether she stays with you or not, whether she loves you or not, from a woman like that, you never come back.”
― Martha Rivera-Garrido

“She was merely a tool. And Rani knew all too well the fate of tools. How many times had she left her own grozing irons on her glasswrights’ table, the tips dirtied with lead solder? How many times had she ground an edge of glass with a diamond blade, only to toss the knife aside with casual disregard for its edge? How many times had she left lamp black on the bottom of her pestle, soiling the next color that she settled down to grind? Tools were not given an easy course in this world.”
― Mindy L Klasky, The Glasswrights Series: The Glasswrights' Apprentice, The Glasswrights' Progress, The Glasswrights' Journeyman, The Glasswrights' Test, and The Glasswrights' Master